

Even when I say I’m growing strawberries, people think I’m growing cannabis.
I mean, I’m not growing strawberries and most definitely growing cannabis, however it’s the insinuation!


Even when I say I’m growing strawberries, people think I’m growing cannabis.
I mean, I’m not growing strawberries and most definitely growing cannabis, however it’s the insinuation!


One of my mates goes with his wife and kids to forage for morel mushrooms, it’s a big family activity and they love it.
I haven’t tried Morel mushrooms though, would like to give them a go with what he has said about them (we are separated by ocean or I would ask him, at the right time of year).
It’s against most rules for advocating against certain things, however for educational purposes only I would suggest a slow roast with a barbeque glaze, and if you’d like to put in some effort an apple and sage stuffing could really help bring some flavours out (be sure to remove that giant stick they all have up their arse first, though).
No stress at all. You can never be too sure these days, I suppose.
I think someone downvoted you, it was not me though I just wanted to mention.
I apologise if I provided that impression, it wasn’t my intention. The truth is I try to be honest at times, and when I get stoned I tend to not think before I type and so sometimes the words I use are the immediate ones I’m finding relevant to use (I hope that makes sense, I took an edible some time ago and it’s hitting me a bit hard and I’m doing my best to explain). This is also combined with another thing, the reason why perhaps the words I found relevant to use to describe my experience is due to the biological male part being on my mind quite a lot lately.
To clarify, as you did ask: in recent times, at 37 years of age, I have come to realise that I have always been non-binary since as far as I can remember. From the age of 4 I would question, with great confusion, the divide between male and female gender norms and, fast forward to today, I truly don’t think I ever felt as though I belonged in either group.
It’s rather difficult for me to describe, however I never quite felt as though my thoughts, my inner feelings, ever reflected those of either male nor female yet somewhere wobbling in-between. Therefore, whilst I am biologically male and quite accepting of this, I do not quite feel as though I can call myself a man. This has been on my mind quite a lot lately, partly as this realisation has been rather freeing in some ways and I am slowly coming to accept myself for who I am, which I am trying to get some confidence about. I have also been thinking a lot about my life, and my behaviours over the years, etc.
I hope this answers your question. Please let me know if I left anything out.
I’m a biological man, who didn’t start dating women until his 20s.
I was into guys first, and then later I began understanding my pansexuality in regards to it all. Perhaps just by coincidence I was around the guys who I’d be attracted to, rather than girls when growing up.
My last few relationships have been with women, however I wouldn’t class myself as straight. Ever. If anything one of my exes used to love putting makeup on me and she was happy that she could practise contouring on me.
People are complicated. What goes on inside is sometimes a battlefield of anguish, which takes time to consider and overcome.
(I’m agreeing with your comment, just thought of adding my experience alongside)


… Did it give good advice, though?
Silicone can be expensive, and I have a Lidl just down the road.


You haven’t met my ex, it seems.


This was my issue with them, back in the day. I loved the sound (minus the leaking), however they were always getting caught in my hair.


If you have a song stuck in your head, and it’s driving you a bit mad: listen to it. Something about your mind trying to fill things in (it’s been many years since I’ve read this bit of advice, and unsure entirely on why).


You can just use your teeth for that, it provides antioxidants or something. Starts to taste a bit funny after subsequent peelings, though.


Poppers is what they call those little black bottles with the caps, which folks in the gay community sniff. Relaxes the bum hole.
I’ve not ever tried them myself, since I’m a top anyway, however it’s popularly known around gay pubs and the like.


Fun fact, the act of putting ginger up someone’s bum was historically used as in torture, however it is now a part of BDSM communities.
It’s called Figging.
I’ve never really had the opportunity to mention this random bit of knowledge before, as believe it or not the subject has never come up before. Thanks, RFK. Jr. Sort of.


I was just thinking about xFire the other day, randomly. Maybe it’s a sign!


I made a brownie to share with a buddy, with just over 700mg of THC total. Definitely something to feel the next morning!


I believe the reference was not to the word ‘white’, though to the term ‘white power’, which has been established as a phrase of those who ascribe to the idea of white supremacy.
Seems to me he was calling him a nazi.
Hope this clears things.


The only supermarket chain I was accused of shoplifting at, was a Sainsbury’s. I think the only thing I ever shoplifted, in my life, was one or two chewing gums that were sold for 1-2p each, as a kid over 30 years ago.
This was before the facial recognition thing was implemented, however not that long ago (late 2010s). I lectured the security guard right then and there, informing him of just how peeved I was at such blatant excuses for prejudice.
To be fair I believe he did apologise, and I was rather visibly offended, however I cannot imagine most people would be able to bring themselves to a defense in such situations. As if these things only exist to bully those who are expected to not stand up.


I’m not sure if it’s just by coincidence, however recently I’ve been getting various Lesbian singers recommended to me by YouTube. And they’ve been pretty fire.
Chappell Roan, Girl in Red, Frances Forever (love the Space Girl song), etc.
Usually some punk mixed in the playlists, from Crass to Mudrats (been fond of their song “I Hate Rich Cunts”, very catchy). Along this vibe there’s I guess closer to a punky UK Garage fusion with Cuppa Tea by EV.
He’s also responsible for dating apps matching you with someone who just wants to sell you crypto, the bastard.
I thought we had something, Bing Bing. I thought we had something!!!
I like to encourage a silly sort of reaction, rather than a hostile one.
I was playing Rocket League the other day, and said that the enemy team’s mother buys off-brand baked beans. I got called a doughnut.
If someone is being angry, try calling them various fruit. Then again some people are just straight up chikoos.